Chapter 14
Sheriff Lance Armstrong was shocked by the devastation the explosion had created. He stood, thumbs hooked in his service belt, and watched as his men carefully navigated the still smoking hole.
“You shouldn’t have started running magnets over the debris field,” he commented.
“Had to,” Sir Rob said. “We’ve got kids and animals all over the place. Couldn’t risk anyone or anything getting metal in their feet.”
“Could’ve called last night when it happened.”
Ruarke said, “We were a little bit busy last night.”
“I know. But still…” The sheriff turned toward the house. Not a window on this south side had survived. Through the paneless openings, he could see people sweeping and mopping up glass shards. The dark-stained cedar siding looked like it suffered from a golden variety of
